Something More

There is a restlessness we can’t tame,
it rules us despite our practiced pieties.
It’s beyond desire, not as easy to frame and name,
but as it is, no matter what we have, we
always want something more.
Don’t resist, just observe.
It has nothing to do with us.
Don’t try to let it go, or make it
other than it is. Just pay attention.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do
is to simply do nothing. Nothing.
Some claim we are made to reach towards infinity,
though it mostly seems we go about like sleepwalkers,
arms stiffly outstretched in a vague dream of reaching,
reaching to inhabit that nowhere space where
we might blend at last with the unreachable.
Want nothing, expect nothing.
Can you? Would you?
Oh, but sometimes we are like those pale angels,
quietly watching ourselves through an open window
as we stumble by, lost in our mesmeric dreams,
blindly reaching for that elusive something
in the same way Love is reaching,
reaching only for itself.
Yes, but even that is a beautiful fiction,
another story we sell ourselves in the midst
of the unknown, a little fire to warm ourselves,
because it is cold, and all we really want is shelter
from the aftermath of our own outrageous yearning.
Even if we perform all the prescribed rituals,
and even if we make ourselves into a snowflake
falling silently though the vast emptiness of the void,
something else must happen, something I cannot say here.
You will know it when it’s finally true of you,
when you are able at last to let go.

About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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2 Responses to Something More

  1. marcelvuijst says:

    Thank you Brother, wonderful.
    Simply observing is a natural function of our nature it seems and it requires no effort, when I notice the furniture I simply ask myself…How did the space enter this room? And I almost return to the place where nothing happens or the one who does not move, then it dawns that this difference is purely notional, it’s all perfectly complete. Yet the dominant “birth consciousness” keeps popping up, we like stories. Really wanting nothing is most absorbing and there seems to be no bottom to it. Your writing is a conversation on a deeper level where there are no words, but reading it is bliss and Faith, eventhough I don’t understand it, my Heart knows it is so.
    I remain open and ready.

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